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Jan 2021
Dead breath came from aching fingers dancing to break barriers in my throat.
Sweetly I choked comfortably on my sadist pleasure...
Each sting was warm and still too kind.
I’d do it again and I’ll gladly pay that fine.
Hair fell swiftly like leaves in autumn...
I was a fool to know this was my rock bottom.
And still I exhale punishment for my grievous crimes
For someone who will never be satisfied.
Rahman
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Rahman  24/M/NY
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